It’s been ten years. Ten years of packing our shit up and heading somewhere new, to some incredible place that Earth has to offer. Over time, it became like clockwork. New year, new place. It turned into this unspoken rule that everyone just got around to being familiar with. For some reason, January became the month where these things happened.

It’s just a classic boys’ trip. It’s a small pocket of time where we could just let loose. Pack it up, hit the airport, ride somewhere new, shoot the shit. And ultimately, we were traveling. That was the recipe.